Israeli Foreign Minister Shimon Peres has spent five months as an awkward partner in Prime Minister Ariel Sharon's hawkish government. A Nobel Prize winner for his efforts to bring peace to the Mideast, Peres now has to defend Israel's sharpening response to Palestinian violence.
If deeds can be measured by decibel level, this was Yasir Arafat's greatest moment. As the Palestinian leader arrived home from Camp David last week, a sweaty crowd of about 4,000 cheered him in the sun-blasted square of Gaza City. "Our state--Jerusalem the capital," they chanted.
It never occurred to queen Rania not to visit Saudi Arabia with her husband, King Abdullah. The fresh-faced Jordanian royal, at 29 the youngest queen in the world, knew the harshly conservative kingdom did not appreciate women's mingling in affairs of state--that women in Saudi Arabia weren't even allowed to drive.
It never occurred to Queen Rania not to visit Saudi Arabia with her husband, King Abdullah. The fresh-faced Jordanian royal, at 29 the youngest queen in the world, knew the kingdom to the south did not appreciate women mingling in affairs of state--women in Saudi Arabia aren't even allowed to drive.
Their mission used to be clear. In the Rotem outpost, a massive hilltop bunker on the outer edge of the strip of South Lebanon occupied by Israel, metal signs painted blue and white—the colors of the Israeli flag—exhort soldiers from almost every wall: "Protect the Northern Border of Israel." But these days, in the twilight of Israel's involvement in this troubled land, another mission has become paramount: stay alive.
The Kafkafa security prison sits high on a summit among the craggy hills of northern Jordan. It's visiting hour, and Khalil Deek is smiling broadly through an iron-mesh screen dividing prisoners from their families. "Thank you for taking an interest in the case," he says, fingering his bushy black beard.
When Yussef Karroum drove his Chevrolet Celebrity station wagon across the border at Blaine, Wash., last Thursday at 9 a.m., he told Customs officials that he was entering the United States "to get gasoline, milk and cheese." Suspicious of the reply, Customs officers directed the 34-year-old Moroccan with a Canadian passport toward inspectors who punched his particulars into the immigration-service computer.
Among the many oddities surrounding the 1993 conflagration at Waco, Texas, there is the mystery of page 49. The story goes like this: after the disastrous siege that ended in the deaths of David Koresh and some 80 of his Branch Davidian followers, Attorney General Janet Reno ordered up an exhaustive investigation.
In the end--after months of frustration and false leads--the Yosemite murder case broke open on a tiny piece of luck. On the evening of July 21, when naturalist Joie Armstrong was attacked by a knife-wielding psychopath at her home, a U.S. Park Service firefighter noticed a blue-and-white 1979 International Scout parked near her house.